Down Below The Street.. Odichrist Bethel Hotpraise

 

The  journey is for the money
But the road is fucking gory
Blow the weed and let the smoke fray
We gotta nothing much to say,
Now in the heart of the storm
We gotta armed strong n jump over
We faith, we pray and run
Jah man thy rastafari
Shinning sun in our horror night's
Yeah man! Jah is good
We always win our fight
We got no other damn god
That can deliver us from life plights
Than Jah Jehovah the rastafari
Too many molehills on our way
The mercy wind wing's us on high
We aren’t wilderness apart
Yet we Jah man brother’s depart
The journey isn't fucking easy
But we aren't gonna fuck the dizzy
The dream and the pay is much to quit
So we aren't gonna drop a shit
For we stream around in the ghetto
To better the ghetto
So no need to entice the demon's
Cos, what we face are uncountable billions
If the eyes could damn produce oil  
Our tears and pains
I could've compared it with a boiled stream
What flow's in our eyes all day
Has break the rock and cause blood to spill
Don't read this fingers of mine empty handed
If you’re a crook, you’ll be choked by this brook
Cos, it’s hot and fury rounded
Cos, you might as well break your heart blasted
The stones is useless when there's no bird to shoot,
Sorry this might be a coiled complex
Never get me misunderstood
If you haven’t been down below the street
Cos, I'm a city called Twisted.

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